Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.